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CO=Y.=ll5HT BY ISABELLE F13KE CONANT. 



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Committers 

Mrs. Charles E. Bentham, Honorary Chairman ' 
Costume Committee 
Mrs. J. S. Akerman, Mrs. L. L. Brentner, Mrs. C. W. Fox, 
Mrs. H. P. Newman, Mrs. T. H. Silsbee, Mrs. E. H. Williams, Mrs. J. D. Wood 

Music under direction of Mr. Chesley Mills 

Miss Marian Lynne, Director 

Miss Alice Andrews and Mrs. Bertram E. Bowler, Directors of Dances 

Faculty of School, Ways and Means Committee 



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Student 
Inspiration 
Chorus 
Persephone 



Her Companions 



Daffodils 

Pan - 
Satyrs 



IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE 

PART ONE 

Dorothy Clowes 

Helen Williams 

Constance Vogt 

Katharine Ovvers 

Thetis - - - Katharine Spalding 

Persis - . . Katharine Lloyd 

Helen - - - Elizabeth Griffiss 

Vera - Dorothy Graham 

Alethea - - - Enid Owers 

Cecilia Lemon, Dorothy Lemon, Pauline Moore, Edith Moran, 
Kathleen Shannon 

Teynham Woodward 

Augustus Mack, Eric Pepys, Edward Post, Sherborn Shourds, 
Richard Williams 



Demeter (Ceres) 



Goddesses 



Cupid (Eros) 
Pomona - 
San Diego 
Sunbeams, 



Hera 

Athena 

Artemis 

Vesta 

Aphrodite 



Mary Wight 

Louise Fleming 

Lucy Clark 

Mildred Salmons 

Amelia Williams 

Marie Silsbee 

Pitts Mack 

J KAN MlLLEK 

Margaret Kew 



Lucile Brentner, Beatrice. Cowles, Flora Forward, Virginia 
Frost, Helen Post, Ruth Ramsdell 

Shadows - Ruth Campbell, Pattie Ferris, Margaret Williams. Carolyn 
Wood, Dorothea Seaver, Lois Seaver 

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PART TWO 
The Periods of the History of San Diego 



Mexican Dance 



Spanish Dance 

Toreador - 

Father Junipero Serra 

Father Salviaderra 

Ramona 

Indian Convert 



Louise Kendall 

Dorothy Kendall 

Catherine Little 

Elsie Dunn 

Martha Wingate 

Thelma Hyde 

- Cecil Cullen 



Garden Scene 



Dryads - Alice Bartlett, Marjorie Ferris, Gertrude Myers, Helen Spare 

Breezes - Natalia Blair, Katherine Fox, Betty Gaddes, Mary Hoede- 
maker, Mary Osborn, Katherine Williams 

Poppies - Elizabeth Akerman, Florence Anthony, Constance Daney, 
Ella Norine O'Neall, Kathleen Woodard, Amy Klauber 

Lewis Akerman 

- Jack Hawley 

Annette Masten 

Cecil Bolton 

Elizabeth Allen, Vora Sumption 

Hilda Kraemer 

Elaine Sweet 

Elizabeth Griffiss 

The Procession 

Vere Dove 

Alice Wangenheim 



Cactus 

Road Runner 

Butterfly 

Quail 

House Finches 

The Atlantic Ocean 

The Pacific Ocean 

The Sun 

The Locks of the Panama Canal 

The Spirit of the Exposition 

Alumnae 

Dance of Juniors and Seniors - 

Epilogue 



Miss Marian Lvnne 



Costumes executed by San Diezo Costume Co. 



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prologue 

Well-known the old myth, sad and sweet, 

The story of the grain, 
How Ceres, grieving at the feet 
Of goddesses, came to entreat 

Her lost child back again. 

One after one, they turned away, 

Nor would to Ceres hark; 
Persephone, until the day 
Of summer, might not steal away 

From Pluto's winter dark. 

And in the tale are truths of spring 

And of the mother heart, 
Of human destinies that bring 
Unto each song of hope we sing 

Its deeper, better part. 

But here today an ending new 

We give this story old, 
Brighter and gladder and still true, 
For here the skies year-round are blue, 

And gray is turned to gold. 

Pomona, queen of fruitful trees, 

May save Persephone, 
For orchards, fragrant in the breeze, 
Bloom here year-round beside the seas, 

Nor Pluto fear to see. 

Here San Diego, summer's maid, 

Hath Ceres' child released, 
While mission bells are chiming, played, 
And ships have in the harbor weighed 
Their anchors from the east. 

Against the mountains rises, white, 

A city, dome and spire, 
Accomplished in a magic night, 
Lit with the future's westward light, 

A land of heart's desire. 



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A student enters from the schoolroom, with a hook in hand. She muses. Inspiration 
appears in the door-way and stands behind her unseen, but enfolding her. 

Student: J ust now we reac * of sweet Persephone, 

And then I came to dream here, by the sea, 

All the old story over; of the grief' 

Of that fair goddess of the harvest-sheaf; 

Mother Demeter, kindest friend to man. 

And now 1 see the meaning and the plan 

Of that old tale; a whisper says to me 

That winter cold, and night-time shadowy, 

The fading leaf, and, after harvest, frost, 

And human grief, and all hopes that are lost, 

Were in this fashion told in classic metre, 

The story old—and new — of sad Demeter. 

Had that been here, the myth had not been sad, 

For here is always summer, bright and glad, 

And now once more, the myth seems taking place. 

1 see each classic form and each fair face. 

Again it comes to pass; the ages fade, 

I see Persephone, that long-lost maid. 



With her maidens careless playing, 
Fair Persephone 

Near to Pluto's realm is straying, 
By a hidden sea. 

Persis, come, catch this ball! 

Thetis, now, you! 

Oh! You have let it fall! Play the game through! 

Too merry laughter hinders our play. 

Follow! Run after! Hasten this way! 

Come to the flowers, maidens! Golden they shine! 
Here are the hours laden with joy divine! 
Little bright suns of daffodils, 
Shine all at once on fields and hills! 

Dearest Persephone, leave us not, pray. 

We must keep watch of you all through the day. 

Though I've been bidden not far to stray 
I'll not be chidden on such a day. 
There is no danger, that 1 well know, 
1 am no stranger where'er 1 go. 

To those Maying in this field 
Strange things straying are revealed. 



Inspiration, leaning o-ver 
her touches her, she rises, 
rapt and radiant. 

The Pageant begins to 
form in the distance. The 
chorus enters and sings. 
Persephone and her com- 
panions enter slowly. 

Persephone and her com- 
panions play ball. Their 
merry laughter is heard at 
intervals. 



Persephone runs off and 
the girls follow. 

The little flowers come 
dancing around Perse- 
phone. She sits in their 
midst and plays with 
them. The maidens come 
running up. The flowers 
run off: one is dropped 
and lies neglected. 



Pan is piping, hoofed and hairy, 
But beware! This stranger, 

With his satyrs, nature's fairy, 
Lures ye unto danger. 



The pipes of Pan are 
heard afar. Persephone 
follows. The satyrs come 
rollicking in, and draw 
the maidens away from 
Persephone. 

The Pipes of Pan come nearer and nearer. As he dances up the Satyrs draw the maid- 
ens away. 

Pan: Unto Pan hearken, lover of light, 

Ere the day darkens, when cometh night. 



Satyrs: 

To Maidens 



Maidens: 
Persephone; 

To Pan 

Pan: 
Persephone: 

Heard, Unseen 

Pan: 
Demeter: 



Folk that are furry, hoof, hand and horn, 

Never need worry since they are born, 

We, Pan's gay satyrs, know not of duty, 

To us, naught matters, but pleasure and beauty. 

Come, let us follow these fellows strange, 
Up hill, down hollow, where'er they range. 

Stay, once more smile to me; shaggy thy coat. 
Pipe here awhile to me; sweet is thy note. 

If thou come after, then I can play. 

Hear the brook's laughter! Follow this way. 

Pity! Pan, Pity! I am afraid! 
This is the city of darkness. 

Too Late! 



They run off laughing 
and calling. He returns. 



He leads her on. 
disappear. 

She screams. 



They 



Demeter comes running. 
The maidens return. 

Where is my daughter? What have you done? They search helplessly. 

Run to the water! Search one by one. They go with sorrow and 

Back whence ye came! Soon shall I serve dejection. 
Ye whom I blame, as ye deserve! 

Demeter, finding a withered flower that Persephone has dropped, picks it up and car- 
ries it tenderly away. The flower is a child. Its head falls back again, dropping. 



Demeter: 



Chorus: 



Demeter: 



Demeter: 
Hera: 

Demeter: 
Athena : 



Dear little bloom, with which she played. 
In what dark room can she have strayed. 
She cannot speak, and 1 must go 
To those less weak, who all things know. 

Pluto, with the darkness shrouded, 

Steals the summer weather, 
Now with storm the skies are clouded, 

Cold and dark together. 

Wearing winter's mourning white, 

Ceres comes, in loring 
Freedom from her winter's night 

For her child adoring. 

Come Aphrodite! Artemis, come! 

Come Hera, mighty, where dost thou roam? 

Vesta! Athena! Would it were shown her 

Where my child rests her. Come, dear Pomona! 

Spirits of water, air and the earth, 

Save my dear daughter, give me back mirth. 



She goes. The chorus 
appears, singing. 



Queen of the Powers of this heavenly city 
End my sad hours; on a mother take pity. 

Knowest thou not that over the earth 
After the hot days comes winter dearth? 
Thy child, the summer, must fade away, 
Till, a new-comer, once more shines May. 

Thou of the crystal mind, of the fair face, Demeter 

Can'st thou my daughter find, strayed from this i ng i y i0 



Demeter returns, wander- 
ing and distrait. At last 
she calls upon the god- 
desses, and they enter, in 
answer to their names, 
each with her symbol of 
office and in characteris- 
tic fashion, through the 
windows of the facade, 
which represents their 
Olympian abodes. 

Kneeling to Hera, who 
is disdainful. 



place? 

Thoughts more bewildering busy my hours 
Than of lost children, gathering flowers. 



goes beseech- 
Athena, who 



turns away preoccupied. 



Demeter: 



Artemis, swift to run, search for my daughter 
Everywhere 'neath the sun, on land or water. 



Artemis is scornful. 



Artemis: Never with motherhood would I be laden. 

Mayhap some other could find thee thy maiden. 

Demeter: Maiden that tends the flame, night's gentle sun, 
Hark to the deed of shame Pluto hath done — 



Vesta waves her off. 



Vesta: ' nave my lamps to tend; ask me no more. 

Only so night 1 mend; go, I implore. 

Demeter: O, Aphrodite! 

Imploring 

Aphrodite: Aim, Eros, aim! 

Unheeding Thy shot is mighty; merry this game. 

Demeter: O, Goddess, hear me! Thee, I implore! 

Aphrodite: Come thou not near me! Eros, once more! 

Helen* Say, does he love me, or love me not? 

Love cannot move me! Oh! I am shot! 

Thetis* *> t00 ' am woun ded, but must not tell, 

Persis*. M V kne11 nas sounded i too! Comrades, farewell. 

Vera* Venus and Cupid shoot as they will. 

The heart is stupid that they cannot kill. 

Aiethea: Break thy bow, cruel boy, shoot not again. 

Love to me is no joy, but it is pain. 

Demeter: Thou art not goddess of loving, but scorn 
Naught thy heart's moving. 

Aphrodite : Back t0 th y corn > 

Let thy care harvest be, 
No more dare trouble me — 



Demeter approaches 
Aphrodite, by whose side 
stands Eros, who shoots 
arrows into the group of 
maidens, who are play- 
ing with flowers at some 
distance. 



Apart, the companions 
of Persephone tell for- 
tunes on flower petals; 
each is wounded in turn 
and runs o<ff, laughing, 
silent, or weeping, in turn. 



Chorus: L 'g nt 0> love is Aphrodite, 

She will never hear thee, 
Hast thou no friend that is mighty 
To stand strong and near thee? 

Everywhere apathy, 

Scorn and disdain, 
Yet cometh sympathy, 

Sharer of pain. 

Pomona.' Goddesses! Shame upon your powers that smite 

A grieving mother with long winter night. 
Her daughter was with Pluto all this while 
And, mourning her, she could not eat or smile. 
Naught but the pomegranate did she taste, 
And that has her in my protection placed. 
To Pluto his great realm, but unto me 
Full power in my small kingdom; of the tree 
Where pomegranates ripen under skies 
As blue and starry as this maiden's eyes 
For whom I plead; nay, for whom I command. 
For when she touched that sweet fruit with her hand 
Under my jurisdiction then she came, 



Demeter sinks down in 
utter discouragement. The 
chorus sings. 



Pomona comes slowly 
forward from her pome- 
granate-tree in the dis- 
tance, touches and raises 
Demeter. She speaks now 
to her; now to the god- 
desses. 



And I am merciful to her, and name 

Her free to meet her mother in what clime 

The pomegranate grows, at any time. 

The power of endless summer is my gift, 

And I have sympathy and love enough to lift 

From sweet Persephone her winter state 

And from a mother's heart its load too great. 

Thy daughter tasted pomegranates. She 

Is under their sweet spell and may go free 

Wherever pomegranates grow and bear. 

My hand-maid, San Diego guards them, where 

Thou mayst have thy daughter all the year 

Nor aught of cold or winter ever fear. 

But now we must to Pluto's realm take flight, 

And against darkness wage our war of light. 



The scene shifts and she 
leads Demeter to the 
pomegranate tree. 



Interlude, the Audience Follows 

Pomona and Demeter approach the land of shadows. Persephone is seen alone, with 
a hand mirror striving to catch some ray of outer sunlight. She is downcast, and closely 
guarded by shadows under the fines and shrubs of the court. 



Persephone: How have I changed! This mirror shows to me She sees her mother ap- 

Not one that ranged so happy and care-free proaching and holds her 

Here in the dark, where it is always night— hands out to her, but the 

What is that? Hark! Oh, see, it is the light! shadows hold her back. 



Demeter: 

Persephone: 

Demeter: 

Pomona: 



San Diego: 
Chorus: 



I cannot bear to have it so, 
Shadows, be fair and let her go. 

Oh! mother, 'tis my grief, not yours, is great 
'Tis only dark since motherless I wait. 

Dear, light;is only thy warm hair of gold, 

I have been lonely through darkness and cold. 

Dear troubled sister, I with rescue come, 

Soon may'st thou lead thy daughter once more 

home. 
My hand-maid, San Diego, guards this tree 
And she shall rescue sweet Persephone. 
Come, sunbeams, from this city of the sun, 
And win the battle for me, one by one. 
Sunbeam with shadow and then all together, 
Win victory for Ceres and bright weather. 
Come, San Diego, call thine armies gay, 
Where thou art present, it is always day. 

Come, little rays of light, feared by the dark, 
Born where the days are bright, follow and hark. 
Leave your flower meadows, quick with me wend 
From the sour shadows save our sweet friend. 

San Diego, sunny region 

Marshals on her peaceful meadows 
All her sunbeam armies legion 

'Gainst the onslaught of the shadows. 

Across the years, 

O summer city, 
Come, end her fears, 

Her grieving pity. 

Darkness, however, frown you 

With light, they drive you far 
With floods of light they drown you, 

With sunbeams win their war. 



Again the shadows hold 
her back. 

Pomona comes forward. 



San Diego appears and 
marshals the sunbeams: 
a troop of children in 
bright yellow costumes. 



The fight begins and is 
waged with -varying for- 
tunes until at last the sun- 
beams win. 



Mother Demeter, 

Sing with the lark, 
Light is the sweeter 

After the dark. 

As stars fade in light 

So dark fades in the sun. 
Fear now is delight 

And grieving is done. 

Demeter:, Mv prayers are strong and all is done. 
No dark or wrong can hide the sun. 

Pomona: Let all your poppies dance with every breeze 

To San Diego. While turquoise skies gaze on sapphire seas, 
Let mellow bells ring out from storied tower 
And toll as through the centuries, each prayer-hour 
Beads of the hours, a wondrous rosary 
That time still tells, beside the chanting sea. 
Demeter now hath her sweet child again 
And all her motherhood of ripened grain. 
And now Poseidon's sundered oceans meet 
In magic, east and west, and white ships greet 
The summer's child in harbor of the sun. 
The winning of Persephone is done. 

Pomona, Demeter and Persephone dance together rejoicing. 



Demeter and Perse 
phone, during the singing, 
kneel to Pomona, who 
raises them. The three. 



Part 3fom 

The scene shifts to the tennis courts, with the bay in the background, 
representing the city of San Diego. There follows an historical series of 
dances portraying the development of San Diego, from its beginning to 
the present time. 



Old Spanish dances, 

Come back again, 
Dark maids, bright glances, 

Castles in Spain. 

Soul-deep in visions, 

Knee-deep in bloom, 
Way for our missions, 

Reverence and room! 

From towers, age-yellow, 

Echo and chime, 
Lovely and mellow, 

Float down through time. 

Sapphires are sky and sea, 

Opals, the flowers, 
Ye are a rosary, 

Gems of the hours. 

Green cactus wardens, 

Armed with the thorn, 
Guard our wild gardens 

From night till morn. 

Sentinels single, 

Eucalyptus and palm, 
Keep our school ingle 

From harbor harm. 

One with its windy motion; 

One, with its sunlit spray, 
Ocean is met with ocean, 

Along a narrow way. 

A wide world's exposition 
At westering of the sun 

Declares the Soul's decision 
That light and growth are one. 



A Mexican-Spanish dance is- given. 

The Fathers enter, accompanied by their Indian 
converts and ring the bells of the Campanile. 

The poppies dance. The school garden is rep- 
resented. The thorny cactus is a refuge for the 
birds. The palm tree is shown and the eucalyp- 
tus. They blow in the wind and shelter the 
birds. 



The Atlantic ocean is shown, dressed in stormy 
gray, and accompanied by the breezes. The Pa- 
cific, dressed in blue, is accompanied by the sun- 
shine. There follows the dance of the wind and 
of the sun. The oceans, at opposite sides of the 
tennis court, then enter, each her end of the canal, 
which is made up of a series of locks, a double 
file of the whole cast, in costume of the different 
parts. Gates are opened and closed for the en- 
trances of the oceans to the different locks. The 
breezes are left drooping without and the Atlantic 
discards her gray robe for a blue one, matching 
that of the Pacific. The sunshine follows, and 
when the oceans have passed through the canal 
and come to the seated figure of the exposition, 
the sun dances. The procession then forms, 
marches and masses about the Exposition, in a 
final tableau. Then follows a dance between the 
Seniors and Juniors, the roses and the lilies. The 
Juniors present the Seniors to the Alumnae, who 
are waiting to receive them. The Epilogue is 
read. 



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These are your daughters. 
Friends: She was no sweeter, 
Girlish Persephone, 
Dear to Demeter. 
Even so you love them; 
They are like flowers, 
Bright their school hours, 
Here by the waters, 
Blue heavens above them. 
Yonder, the blue sea. 



Love them the more, pray, 
For this our out-door day. 



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Sing one and all within our garden, 

By sentinels of palm and pine, 
Beneath our eucalyptus warden, 

Our beacon and our sign. 

Campus-and court and study-arbor, 

Low, classic walls and chapel dim; 
Sun-golden breezes from the harbor 

Mingle with the morning hymn. 

Lily and rose and vine, sweet rover, 

Poppies and classes by the bay; 
Four years of school are quickly over, 

Like the bird's flight and away. 

More than our lessons we were learning 

By canyon deep and white arcade, 
Our thoughts shall oft be backward turning 

To these old friendships made. 

Then sing to all our school and classes, Juniors 

Give our Seniors each the cheer, sing alone. 

As she from Alma Mater passes; 
We shall follow them next year. 

As alumnae, may they ever 

Workers in the wide world be, 
Failing in their service never, 

Stronger for this memory. 



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